Masks
Many mark their place,
Upon my delicate face.
Humanity hides under covers,
While fake expressions hover.
My masks can save,
The nagging crave.
The vicious cycle, endless.
Everyday I wear them, I can careless.
My young mind theorizing.
What if I reveal instead of reavising?
Will acceptance make me better?
Or will no one care like a discarded letter?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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